When I get followed around in a store, which happens a lot, like I'm some kind of shoplifter, I have a tendency to feel guilty, like I'm doing something wrong, or that i'm about to do something wrong. Pff.
We ate a tasty dinner and watched people stagger past the windows of New Sun Hong Kong drunkenly. I was stuffed full of chow fun and porridge so we took a walk up Columbus, bought a cannoli and some biscotti for later and wandered around Washington Square and looked at the statue of Vichy with the inscription about the freaky 1979-2079 time capsule. Time capsules are so funny. I can only imagine what wonders a 1979 capsule would contain, like, a toy rock, some 8-tracks. Ha. I took a lot of photos of the moon through skeletal treelimbs.